The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

Time passed, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too weak

to move.

“Get a doctor.”

Joie’s wounds were treated, but the cuts were deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage,

Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever

Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go to such lengths, she would never have targeted

arrived in

Charles, they

bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville.

his eye.

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fruit wine for Brittany and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin

with the institute. She surely wasn’t planning on

her drink. “I still need more proof.”

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

didn’t argue with the label. She wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t want to

a couple of buttons undone,

and slipped out quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As she walked past a partially open VIP room, snippets

you hear Joie

“Isaac’s doing.”